The emotional trigger.
-Okay, Mundín. You look like a cat in a kennel!
-Gonmimacho…
- Bribe, raging all day long! Whether it's the terraces, the banks, the prices, whether it's everyone against you, whether it's changing Josín for Davicín...
-Dubassin.
-Whatever. The point is to protest, you always see it all wrong.
-Fucking summer…
-If it rains because it rains, if it's hot...
-Look at that sheep…!
-Relax a little, man. You're more tense than Dirty Harry without matches.
-What I am is disappointed.
-By?
-Loving is ungrateful, eating makes you fat, drinking salt is expensive, fucking summer.
-Calm down, Mundín.
-Let's go home, Adelaida!
-But we just left…
-Look at that thing, it seems like they're giving it away, what a bunch of idiots...
-But why do people bother you?
-So unbrushed! Don't you ever see them? Occupying everyone, shouting, they don't know where they are...
-That's tourismophobia, Mundu.
-It will be pretty.
-You are full of phobias, Mundín: tourismophobia, thermophobia, thalassophobia…
-Photophobia.
-Ah. Do you also have light intolerance?
-Non. To these bastards who stop in the middle to take photos. Normal peace?
-If you want, we can take the car and…
-What is the car for? There's nowhere to park!
-See? Here we go. Catastrophic thinking!
-What, ho?
-That you always think the worst. Breathe in, World!
-Hey?
-Take a deep breath. You have to look at that trigger.
-The what, ho?
-The emotional trigger. Do you have any trauma from the summer? Did you get lost and they announced you over the loudspeaker? Were you taken from camp by force?
-What what, ho?
-Did they make you sick at “El Oasis”? Did you vomit at Mercaplana? Any trauma from the snack bar?
-What the hell are you talking about, Adelaida?
-You have such reactions, Mundín, because you have wounds.
-Yes. The truth is that my sandals hurt me.
-I don't mean that. I'm sure you have fears and insecurities inside you. You'll have to do some personal work.
-Yes, ho. The bill. Put me to work now.
-You can't always blame others.
-By?
-Because the source of the discomfort is in you.
-What source or what my mother? Look at that xareu, it seems like they give it away!
